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Good grief, all that rambling just to say this?!
“Of course, Miss Angela.”
After Du Jue finished speaking the last word, Angela turned her back to him with satisfaction. "That's a miniature suppressor made by the R&D department. It expands the space inside and can suppress the abnormal activity on your body."
"That's good!"
Du Jue put it on and stood up, saying, "Then I'll go to the disciplinary department. This matter can't be put off until tomorrow."
Angela responded softly, "Tomorrow you will be transferred to the security department. If all goes well, you will then move to a mid-level department at headquarters, and the plan will enter its mid-stage."
Disciplinary Department.
The Disciplinary Department is a department responsible for developing and implementing disciplinary measures.
Whenever an employee violates the employee code of conduct, fails to fulfill their obligations, works negligently, or causes significant losses to the company, this department will apprehend and discipline the individual.
Could this place be torturing employees in a room without surveillance cameras? It's hard to imagine what kind of disciplinary methods the headquarters uses.
Upon opening the corridor door, the verified individuals immediately spotted EGO employees who had just returned from suppressing the anomalies; almost all of them were injured.
Unlike other departments, this place has very few clerical staff.
Du Jue carefully bypassed the grumbling and irritable employees and approached the braided office worker, saying, "Uh, I'm Du Jue, here to receive punishment."
"Please wait."
The office worker with braided hair, her face cold, lowered her head and called out, but quickly stopped what she was doing and looked up at the corridor door.
Du Jue followed the other person's gaze and immediately saw a red-haired woman with her hands on her hips, followed by several employees who were still in shock and clerks supporting each other.
"An employee has gone crazy. Looks like I have a useless person in my department."
The woman displeasedly ordered her subordinates to take care of the wounded. There were obvious scars on her chin, eyes, and forehead, which, far from ruining her demeanor, were as awe-inspiring as the sharp teeth of a lion.
The office worker with the braided hair immediately spoke to the stunned Du Jue: "The minister is here, please go and report for duty."
"Supervisor, we have one last anomaly to suppress. Quickly, send more people!"
Carly shouted impatiently into her headset, her eyes scanning the department before settling on Du Jue.
Carly, the head of the Discipline Department.
The minister harbors extreme hatred for the aliens and will launch repression operations without regard for the consequences. He is often in pain and anger because of the heavy losses suffered by his employees.
Let's try to get along with her for now.
Carly raised an eyebrow when she saw Du Jue give her a friendly smile. "Alright, supervisor, I'll handle the anomalies here!"
"Damn it, you're the one who's trying to stop this, dragging out a punishment like this until now."
Carly looked Du Jue up and down, then reached for the documents from the office worker. "I heard you're very good at fighting. The supervisor even put you in charge of suppressing the department all by yourself."
Du Jue hurriedly and modestly explained, "Ahem, I only made some insignificant contributions. There were too many unexpected tasks at headquarters, and I was forced to delay until now."
"Hmm, are you also a cleanup person, and from the Sixth Association? That's good. Why aren't you in the Disciplinary Department? What did you do in the Intelligence Department?"
Carly casually flipped through Du Jue's documents when she suddenly realized something was wrong.
"A second-tier finisher? What is that?"
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Chapter 208: The prototype of the butcher's knife.
"Is there something wrong with your resume? I've never seen such a rapid promotion."
Carly looked at it again curiously, then suspiciously tossed it onto the desk, causing the sitting office worker to immediately start checking it nervously.
Due was not surprised by Carly's question, after all, the other party had also worked as a finisher before, and was the color finisher that Due had originally planned to become—Crimson Mist.
If it weren't for Angela's sudden cooperation agreement, Du Jue would still be planning to become L Company's forbidden hunter and continue boosting his performance.
Du Jue helplessly spread his hands, "This is certified by an association, what's the problem? Do you think I can bewitch the entire association?"
"Hmph, the association is nothing more than maintaining superficial order."
Carly raised her hand and counted out several EGO employees. "You're not the type who commits a crime and then changes your identity, are you? But that's not a problem with me. Just follow my orders."
Seeing Carly turn away indifferently, Du Jue breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, I promise to obey orders and be absolutely loyal to my superiors."
"Damn it! If you were so good at talking, you wouldn't have been sent here by the intelligence department. Stop talking nonsense in front of me! Get on my heels!"
Carly was unmoved and reached into the minister's office, carrying a bizarre, fleshy knife.
The flesh-and-blood cleaver has a simple design, with bloodshot eyes staring at everyone who passes by. The sharp bone fragments on the blade are covered with tiny serrations, wriggling slightly as if trying to feed.
That was the EGO prototype unique to this minister—the mimicry greatsword.
Du Jue hurriedly caught up with Carly, who had already strode out of the disciplinary department, followed closely by several cold-faced employees.
"Minister, what will my punishment be? Will it be suppressing the aberrations?"
Seeing the other party's posture of taking you to fight aliens after meeting them, I finally understand why everyone is afraid to come here.
Even for EGO employees, suppressing abnormalities is extremely dangerous, let alone for those civilian staff who can only use firearms to stop abnormalities.
Carly tilted her head and glared fiercely at Du Jue, saying unhappily, "Damn it! Do you think this is easy? Just hearing you talk makes me angry! You go first, let me see what you're up to!"
"Let me give you a heads-up: the Abnormalities here are much better than the beasts elsewhere. I hope you don't come to me saying you need to change diapers. The Discipline Department doesn't need cowards or useless people!"
As an undercover agent sent by Angela to manipulate the minister's mentality, Du Jue naturally cannot completely submit. He must appropriately emphasize his work ability, saying, "Then please have the minister and his men stand further away, as my EGO has a relatively large impact."
Hearing this, Carly wasn't annoyed. Instead, she glanced at the dimensional leather gloves Du Jue was wearing with interest. "Angela said you have powerful EGO equipment that isn't in the database. No wonder the supervisor likes you so much. Can you resonate with them too?"
Just as Du Jue was about to answer, he heard Carly kick open the heavy iron door. Behind the door, he saw the main character of this trip—a terrifying mountain of corpses that had blocked half of the passage. The pungent smell of blood emanating from it was so strong that it was even refreshing.
"Damn it! I knew it, that idiot just released too many anomalies during his test!"
Raising her mimicry greatsword, Carly turned to her employees and shouted, "Come with me and kill it! Don't let this beast grow up eating corpses!"
call!
Du Jue rushed into the dark red passage, which was already occupied by a mountain of corpses, and was immediately confronted by the ferocious maw that was tearing apart the last civilian corpse.
The terrifying black mass of flesh contracted violently, its massive, bloated body supported only by its enormous, columnar thighs. Apart from the terrifying sharp teeth that occupied most of its body, there was a fresh, distorted, hollow human face on its surface.
There was no need for explanation; Du Jue immediately understood that it must have come from the employee who had just died. Suddenly, Gabriel's words came to mind.
[This is a place where death is necessary!]
"Roar!!!"
As if sensing the arrival of fresh flesh and blood, the mountain of corpses suddenly opened its mouth and roared, causing all the employees who heard the noise to tremble violently. In severe cases, their right hands even became deformed and twisted, making it impossible for them to hold onto the EGO weapon.
Sensing something amiss, Du Jue decisively donned his dueling exoskeleton, the white light armor concealing all the restlessness in his body.
"Hey! Don't get too close right now, that thing spits!"
Carly, who was advancing rapidly, was quite satisfied with Du Jue's bravery, but still frowned and wanted to call him back.
However, Du Jue confidently charged to the side of this dark monster, or rather, in front of its gaping maw. Everything about this thing seemed to exist for the purpose of devouring.
"Ugh!"
In stark contrast to its bulky body was its lightning-fast, gaping maw.
The interconnected black clumps of flesh suddenly hurled their ends at Du Jue with tremendous force, their mouths, filled with dense, sharp teeth, wide open to the point of tearing the corners of his mouth.
A blood-red, scarlet mouth was about to greedily swallow Du Jue whole.
Tear it apart!
The mimicry greatsword instantly severed a thick, fleshy leg from the mountain of corpses, causing it to lose its balance slightly, but its slanted maw still aimed at Du Jue's head.
With a cold expression, Carly rushed forward, unable to hold back her curses: "I know what you did! Disobeying orders and acting on your own!"
Swish!
The extremely sharp boning knife suddenly slashed out a cold, gleaming semicircle, effortlessly cleaving through the mountain of corpses, which was piled upon pile of heavy bodies.
Seeing the enemy cut down as expected, Du Jue excitedly charged forward again. In an instant, his flesh-and-blood attack tool cleaved the mountain of corpses into pieces, scattering rose petal-like bits of flesh on the ground.
"very good!"
Just as Carly was about to support Du Jue, she stopped in surprise, blocked the giant maw coming from her right, and said excitedly, "This thing of yours is not bad, it can even cut through aliens, now cut it into eight pieces!"
It's important to understand that the flesh and blood of an Abnormality are not like chicken on a dinner table, which can be cut open with a knife. Even bullets fired by civilian staff would only deform the animal. Moreover, the T-01-75 Abnormality belongs to the highest management level, ALEPH.
"Of course, Minister!"
Du Jue, who had retreated a step, immediately discovered that the monster was even eagerly devouring its own corpse fragments, and the parts it had just lost were rapidly regenerating. The only option was for the employees to launch a fierce attack and wear it down little by little.
Simply cutting it open is not enough to effectively and quickly suppress such a troublesome anomaly, and it prevents a decisive action from being taken.
Boning knife, a symbol of self-expression!
Having used this skill multiple times, Dujue had mastered its secret—his attitude towards the prototype determined the power it displayed. Although resisting the prototype would result in a significant decrease in power, at least he could maintain complete control over his actions.
"Get out of the way, all of you!"
Surrounded by illusory sardines, Du Jue concentrated and reached out to grasp the prototype of the roughly half-meter-long butcher's knife.
At the same time, three blood-stained mouths swung from the mountain of corpses, their impact alone enough to cause the civilian official's body to explode.
The short-haired employee who was trying to restrain the other was so shocked by the exaggerated force that his left arm was deformed instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
When butchering an ox, all you see is the ox itself.
The crew-cut employees in the eyes of the police were ignored. The mountain of corpses and even the steel corridor seemed to breathe and rise like a living cow, with clearly visible lines of disintegration on them.
He didn't see everything as live cattle, but rather realized that everything was nothing more than cattle waiting to be slaughtered.
call!
The cleaver was drawn from its sheath in an instant, without making a sound, only the whistling wind generated by its advance.
The next moment, the hideous maw in front of Du Jue bloomed like a wild rose.
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Chapter 209 Memories.
"Roar!!!"
The bloated, black mass of flesh, connected to each other, roared again, but the overlapping and intertwined sounds were instantly and cleanly shattered into pieces.
Even though his fingers suddenly atrophied from the roar, Du Jue still firmly gripped the butcher's knife in his hand and swung it without hesitation through the gaps in the alien body, instantly slicing off large sections of distorted human faces.
Such a powerful tool astonished the surrounding employees, after all, this monster was much harder to cut than a simple corpse.
Carly noticed something was wrong with the mountain of corpses and anxiously ordered, "You idiot, didn't you hear me tell you to come out here?!"
A skilled cook changes his knife annually to cut; a mediocre cook changes his knife monthly to break.
Avoiding even glimpses of the faces of those clerical workers only intensified his disgust for this place and the anomalies. In a fit of rage, he swung his hand back and severed the thigh of the mountain of corpses that was gathering power. He immediately suppressed the urge to swing his sword and retreated to Carly's side.
However, this did not cause the alien the slightest pain. Instead, it excitedly rushed towards Du Jue, and the huge mountain of corpses crashed down on Du Jue like a small mountain collapsing.
Tear it apart!
Without the protection of the exoskeleton, Corpse Mountain swiftly and ruthlessly tore a large chunk of flesh from Du Jue's left waist, instantly splattering blood onto Du Jue's face, and the heat also gathered in his chest.
The blade of the butcher's knife was gripped by the interlocking sharp teeth on the right side, and the violent swinging from side to side almost caused the long knife to slip from his hand.
"My knife is nineteen years old now, and it has cut through thousands of oxen, yet the blade remains as sharp as if it were just honed."
Listening to the echo in his heart, Du Jue realized that he should not do anything except swing the knife. He did not need to adapt to anything else, but only to follow the principle of dissociation.
Swish!
Blood from rotting corpses streaked across the sky, and the enormous mountain of corpses blossomed everywhere, shattering into countless smooth-cut chunks of flesh on the ground almost before anyone could react.
Hearing the sticky sound of the body parts falling loosely, everyone looked incredulously at Du Jue in the center of the flowers. He simply flicked his hand and brandished the knife, which was less than a meter long and could be called a short knife, making the blade look brand new, without a trace of blood or flesh.
[With barely a touch of the knife, it was dissolved in a swift motion, falling to the ground like earth.]
"What kind of EGO is this? I've never seen one before."
Carly stared in astonishment at Du Jue, whose body was covered in pieces of flesh, and waved for people to immediately re-contain the mountain of corpses that had lost its ability to move.
Crash.
Du Jue took a deep breath and deactivated the original form of the butcher's knife. He immediately felt his legs go weak and crushed the exquisite corpse ornament into a pile of minced meat. Clutching his bleeding waist wound, he weakly asked Carly, "Minister, is the punishment over?"